Pain is a hateful master
demanding attention
before the sun begins to rise
No morning stretches
alleviate the punishment
now extracted upon this body
Unknown transgression
precipitates this judgement
no penance or quarter given
Black is the night
swallowing silent screams
dread of coming morning
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Very emotion filled poem Ami.
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I so appreciate you reading my work Sadje – thank you! 💙
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You’re most welcome Ami.
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I too figure I’m being punished for something 😢
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((Giant Hugs)) 💜💜💜
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It’s hard when you feel like you are being swallowed up in an abyss. But oh my dear, you find yourself awake on the opposite side of dread. Beautifully put Gypsie! 🥰👏🏼🤗
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Thank you so much Kym! 😊
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You are so very welcome Gypsi! It’s my pleasure! 😊🎉🥰
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